Fresh outta scrabbled letters...

There's nothing left to say. Words aren't flowing today. I hate it when I'm at a loss. But then again that's jus my brain giving me time to hush the cause. I guess it too gets tired of all the resistance. As each n every thought feeds the heart without hesitance. N no I don't wanna talk about it. I'm just bored with life n struggle to live. N if there was something clever to say I'd come clean. Unfortunately I'm just wasting time with black expressions not trying to think. I'm just a case of being prior to closing my eyes. A mute without a memory of life. N I can't find anything worth telling. But if I could I'd find a buyer n begin the selling. Maybe raffle myself off so my lips would move. I believe I've ran outta ways to express my dying use. N now there's just a once was unwilling to partake in the back n forth. As sound is dismissed in the presence of vocal chords. Nothing is all there is coming from the mouth. N how I got here I don't know how. I'm speechless but I like. For once I'm at peace with what I cannot hide. Free in a sense if that's what I am. Content in the silence in my head that let loose on this man. N I move differently with a thought process that is ever so clear. Hushing the noise that reaches for lips tasting tears. I'm weightless in my present state. No longer fighting the confusion of the triangle of games. Sex can go fuck itself getting the need to the floor. Emotional torture I haven't a use for. N I've regained the stability upstairs after all. Things now make sense once I completed the fall. Landing in a situation on needs over wants. Smoothly easing my way along into I someday meet luv...